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Chapter III.12
Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia, silver-bright,
In cloisters dim, far from the haunts of folly,
With freedom by my side, and soft-ey'd melancholy.
The Lady Blanche was so much interested for Emily, that, upon hearing she was going to
reside in the neighbouring convent, she requested the Count would invite her to lengthen
her stay at the chateau. 'And you know, my dear sir,' added Blanche, 'how delighted I
shall be with such a companion; for, at present, I have no friend to walk, or to read with,
since Mademoiselle Bearn is my mamma's friend only.'
The Count smiled at the youthful simplicity, with which his daughter yielded to first
impressions; and, though he chose to warn her of their danger, he silently applauded the
benevolence, that could thus readily expand in confidence to a stranger. He had observed
Emily, with attention, on the preceding evening, and was as much pleased with her, as it
was possible he could be with any person, on so short an acquaintance. The mention,
made of her by Mons. Du Pont, had also given him a favourable impression of Emily;
but, extremely cautious as to those, whom he introduced to the intimacy of his daughter,
he determined, on hearing that the former was no stranger at the convent of St. Claire, to
visit the abbess, and, if her account corresponded with his wish, to invite Emily to pass
some time at the chateau. On this subject, he was influenced by a consideration of the
Lady Blanche's welfare, still more than by either a wish to oblige her, or to befriend the
orphan Emily, for whom, however, he felt considerably interested.
On the following morning, Emily was too much fatigued to appear; but Mons. Du Pont
was at the breakfast-table, when the Count entered the room, who pressed him, as his
former acquaintance, and the son of a very old friend, to prolong his stay at the chateau;
an invitation, which Du Pont willingly accepted, since it would allow him to be near
Emily; and, though he was not conscious of encouraging a hope, that she would ever
return his affection, he had not fortitude enough to attempt, at present, to overcome it.
Emily, when she was somewhat recovered, wandered with her new friend over the
grounds belonging to the chateau, as much delighted with the surrounding views, as
Blanche, in the benevolence of her heart, had wished; from thence she perceived, beyond
the woods, the towers of the monastery, and remarked, that it was to this convent she
designed to go.
'Ah!' said Blanche with surprise, 'I am but just released from a convent, and would you go
into one? If you could know what pleasure I feel in wandering here, at liberty,--and in
seeing the sky and the fields, and the woods all round me, I think you would not.' Emily,